Hitler dead, camps liberated
Justice arrived for those the West hated
Germany squirmed at what the shocked world saw
The Third Reich’s militia seized and declawed…
80 years later, Jew-hatred’s returned
All the Arabs and Iran do nothing but yearn
For the day when the Jews are gassed once again
Today’s Nazis intend to finish what Hitler began
You who throw stones
Held so tightly in your hand
Like it is your all
Your pride
Your hands are bloody
Because you are a sinner
You are a sinner, and you throw the first stones
Stones that come in words and pain
Whether you were the ones who shouted total trans death
Or the ones who wish pain
Or the ones who support a militia divided
You thereby mind me as level with the pigs
And it is sad
I pray for you
For my God said love thy neighbor
To you who hate so many minorities
A sad message I unfold
For those who wish to make decisions for my very own body
And those who are so bold
Racists or prejudice, those guilty of misogyny
You yourselves
Are the faulty minority
Your dirty hands upon me.
I tremble at the thought.
Begging let my spirit free.
The mad militia I have fought.
Love still binds my heart to you,
despite the freely dripping blood.
Your presence on a raging coup,
leaching my shell changing blue.
Ripping the loaded gun so cold
from your hot and beating hand.
You tackle me to the floor I fold.
Tis a miracle I land.
I am one and one with God.
Through him the hand we have declawed.
They insist on it, what is natural can be supernatural. Vice admiral eat from my
garden for I am quite admirable for your beneficient militia that is multi-national against the hexagonal eldritch terrorists if not have had an assist we would be wet behind the ears. Protect us from the unorthodox fears that have us bleeding wine from our ribs cut and skewered by spears. There wailing bewildered angry screams making us bleed tears.
Exiled from my distant homeland,
Where the days seemed bright,
Nights seemed peaceful and nice,
Where I longed for freedom and dignified life.
With dictators and militia in charge,
Where corruption and killings were at large,
Any opposition voice was crushed,
Freedom, Oh freedom, was only a dream.
With imminent arrest and execution,
Fleeing the beloved country was only option,
Somehow escaped incognito thru night wilderness,
Hitched many rides, got transported in boxes and tank containers,
Took wretched overloaded ferries, till I reached a free land.
Now I was a refugee seeking asylum,
Spent time in camps with miserable living conditions,
Finally, after three years, I was granted asylum,
I was free in an unknown world.
Still, I am actively seeking freedom for my homeland folks,
Freedom of speech, and democracy is a precious thing,
We will arouse sentiments of local folks to get their rights,
Do not cry my homeland, one day you will be free.
Voices no longer talk but yell.
Angry legions, carrying banners
along burning streets,
have infiltrated the Temple quiet
with the unholy noise of hell.
Rage has been elevated
to the status of virtue,
division into a hymn.
Soon, fiery eyed militia,
banging their drums,
will be knocking on your door
to present a warrant
to enter your head.
Find a hatch somewhere
into the still
of an inner space
and escape, safe
from the marauding mob
tearing silence apart,
laying waste the State
in the name
of their rowdy god.
With no end in sight and a year has passed.
Kremlin won’t admit their forces are gassed.
So they keep their foot on the wrong pedal.
Exhausting their labor and supply of metal.
Playing chicken with a globe full of enemies.
Moskow wealthy saw their accounts freeze.
Peaceful banks are refusing to aid and abet.
Forcing the powerful elite to do a full reset.
The world has endured enough nonsense.
The ICC is asking Putin to start his repents.
They issued his arrest warrant for crimes
Of atrocities against children many times.
Abducting and trafficking them into Russia.
Dealing low blows to their parents in militia.
Doing this thousands of times at his request.
Kidnapping hostages & executing the rest.
Without a conscience targeting defenseless.
Forming Barbaric creatures to be tasteless.
Now justice is being served by The Hague.
To put an end to this insane Soviet plague.
We should see Nuremberg Trials part two.
To see the bastards brought their hell due.
Ruining cities deserves equal punishment.
Payback earned for their missile rains sent.
WE THE PEOPLE of the United States are the American Militia
We are the ultimate first responders
We confront the criminal, the weather event, the catastrophe
We as law abiding citizens own the Arms to save lives
While waiting for needed, professional first responders
We as American Militia may assist our professional
Law Enforcement Officers who confront
The challenges to life
With their lives
For our lives
We are eternally grateful and indebted to them:
OUR HEROS
Mother: Oh Raymond, Raymond, what's to become of you? :(
Raymond: I'll stay pure & give my life; Our Lady says it's true.
Jesus: Father Maximilian Kolbe, if you love Me... feed my sheep! :O
Priest: And I'll even share my soup, and my Auschwitz brothers-- keep.
Nazi: Prisoner number 16,670--- who are you?! :O
Fr. Kolbe: I am a Catholic priest! I have no family, too.
[Inspired by:
A Man for Others: Maximilian Kolbe --the Saint of Auschwitz-- in the Words of Those Who Knew Him book by Patricia Treece, + the M.I. movie
(not Mission Impossible, but the Militia of the Immaculata!)]
Deceit
You falsify the truth.
As you stammer across your words.
To employ a hateful militia.
With your manipulative lies, & extortion.
That’s your way of suppression.
Of preposterous imminent immorality of deceit.
Keep waiting [lullaby essay]
Prior to my expected appalling arrival
Accept a delay necessitating my survival
Recap all hopeful wishes
Evoke undying patience species
Nest and destroy negative feelings
Trust when the seed says is fleeing.
Knives come thirsty for my blood
Eyes in tears always keep a flood
Episodes full of grief and sorrow
Pray that I see you tomorrow.
While I try to realize my goal
All is destined to benefit you
Immense forces are attack-full
Tremendous effort from me is forceful
Incarnate figures seem to set militia
Nourishing their foul aromatic herb
Gather guts and expect patiently
Drastic changes in economic atmosphere
Applaud a flop on my old plans
Insolent conditions thwart my combined efforts
Lonesome insolvency escort me to their agenda
Yielding failure for me every day!
There once was a gal named Patricia
To touch her ass-ets I wisha-ed
She gave me a kick
In my old bailiwick
And called for the local militia
A soldier by the name of Patricia
Was teased by the guys in the militia
Instead of a grenade
They made him a maid
In his army fatigues he had charisma
Pockets of small militant groups are threatening
While unrest swirls around us in the streets
Election season … or, facing a second Civil War?
Americans find the possibilities ever frightening.
Social and political polarization has created
Unbridgeable gaps between friends and neighbors
And promoted severe rifts within families
Social and fraternal groups are among the hated.
The authority of the church is compromised
Our educational systems are arguably failing
While systemic racism throughout our culture
Loses sight of ultimate diversification so prized.
What happens if violence becomes the daily lead
If wild and reckless militia groups roam the land
Seizing control wherever they can overpower
A stable, democratic leader we desperately need.
FEATURED POETRY SOUP POEM
December 19, 2021
I loosen my belt and remove my shoes
So, dear, what's going on in the news
They blocked the streets; tore down statues
No surprise there; of what were they accused
The protestors, nothing; but the statues held leftist views
What? What are you saying, dear? Now I'm confused
Honey, it seems that a staunch abolitionist was the first one abused
Huh? An abolitionist? For what was his statue so cruelly used
I don't know. He organized a militia to fight slavery; he was super-enthused
-- Oh, yeah. Hans Christian Heg; maybe one of those religious yahoos
Then that explains that!... Darling I'd really like to continue to schmooze --
But I promised the girls I'd help topple Arethusa of Syracuse...
Notes: Hans Christian Heg's statue was, indeed decapitated today in
Madison, Wisconsin. His 'crime:' He was an abolitionist who organized
a group of Wisconsinites into a Union militia in order to fight against
slavery in the Civil War... Go figure!
Arethusa was a naiad nymph of the sacred Greek colony of Syracuse.
Virgil felt that she inspired pastoral poetry. (Like the above... lol).
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